to have thick skin
so when they beat on me
they wouldn't have to feel so guilty
But that is crap
Nobody has thick skin
The older we get
the thinner it gets
The softer it gets
The more transparent it gets
The more sensitive it gets
The lonelier it gets
Old skin bruises easy
Wounds bleed for longer
Hearts break on the daily
not to mention bones
Corneas cloud over
like winter skies moving in
to squeeze out the sunshine of summer
and the technicolor of fall
Internal landscapes of memory
take over the story
and only soft hands
provide a safe place to land
The smoke and mirrors of thick skin
is like the blind leading the blind
Trapped in the battlefield of mind
War is not gentle or kind
So lets not worry about our skin
Instead, may we tend to our hearts
May we tenderize our hands
Please, wont you come and take mine?
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